The Very Beauty Of My Breathy Song Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You walk in the green, like the valley or
A nest,
For Colorado is so full of your ups and down
And contrasts of great beauty.
Like its fjords and red tulips,
You go turning around higher up in the
Concealed basins,
Maybe even ones you’ve never suspected,
And you have so much on your plate
While I was walking around your head,
Like a tiny ant trying to christen a mystical
Kingdom,
While you were getting married and ‘
Baring children
I followed the hostile traffic, their red lights
Always escaping through the neighborhoods
Of rain that burned through
The oxygen that spilled like magnificent
Wishes down from
The summits of changing rooms of the pale
Sisters who crowd around
Your tiny home just to glance at how beautiful
You are for some afternoons while you
Are feeding your child
Aren’t you the quiet significance, winged but
Calm,
The very beauty of my breathy song.